Beneath Your Beautiful

[Fern Abbot]

Having just finished this week's session with her therapist, Fern found herself wandering around aimlessly. She wasn't quite sure what she felt in the mood for. Though, then again, her sessions usually took a toll on her and she often felt exhausted - both mentally and physically. It couldn't be helped. After all, she knew why she had to keep coming and that it was for her own good.

However, as the young brunette walked down the hallway, she spotted red hair that caused her mind to drift back to her St. Bethany days. Stepping closer, she craned her neck to look over the heads of the other students milling about the hallway.

A glimpse, a smile and Fern knew exactly who she was looking at.

"Heather!" she beamed over the crowd, waving her hand excitedly. She moved forward with a purpose, not stopping until she had caught the redhead, placing both arms on her shoulders and offering a sheepish, but warm smile. 

[Heather Sutherland]

Heather hadn't been at Bellefonte in the US all that long. And needless to say with her personality she hadn't made all that many friends. She'd made one or two, She really liked and got on with Oneyka. And Tami was absolutely wonderful company, as well as having a talent for making the redhead blush. But other than them, she hadn't met many more people. It was just hard to approach people she didn't know and start up a conversation, not dis-including the fact that she was an empath and a lot of people were naturally suspicious of those who could read them.

Heather had the beginning of another wonderful throbbing headache as she wandered through the crowded hallways of Bellefonte. She had just been doing some work in the library and a lot of students had started crowding in there. She'd needed air, so to speak.

Heather blinked when she heard her name being mentioned over the crowd and turned around, wandering who it could have been. She thought Tami was away at the moment and it didn't sound like Oneyka either. She found herself face to face with a pretty brunette girl who seemed friendly enough, and very familiar. It took her a few moments, but she recalled helping tutor someone who looked just like her. What was her name? It began with an F? Fern. It was Fern Abbot.

"Oh, uhm- Hello Fern, I didn't realise you had transferred here." She murmured, offering a sheepish smile in return.

[Fern Abbot]

Grinning from one ear to the other, Fern dropped her hands. She leaned slightly forward, studying the redhead's expression before pouting; she looked tired, somehow. Maybe vary? Then as if a light was turned on, recognition flickered in the redhead's eyes and Fern immediately relaxed.

"Yeah, well," she shrugged sheepishly, as if saying 'what can you do'. She wasn't sure to what extent Heather knew about Fern's ability, or how much the school had explained when Heather first had started tutoring her, but she figured it didn't matter. Heather was one of the few people that seemingly treated Fern with genuine kindness.

That went a long way in her book.

"I suppose the same could be said about you." She pointed a finger at Heather then, almost accusingly. "You should have told me you were running away to become a true vagabond - I would have joined you!"